
today I realized the people I thought I “liked”, I wasn’t actually sexually attracted to, and the people I was sexually attracted to, I didn’t really like… I don’t think I’ve ever genuinely liked someone???
south-england:
Sunny Walkway »» Thomas Hanks
could I possibly take a train there, and meet someone on the way who was so intelligent it scared me, and we could walk along the property talking forever and then the owner would see us and tell us she was getting old, much too old to keep a place like this and would we like to have it because we look so happy here and I would look at them and they would look at me and something inside us would make us say yes and we would build a house together and the old lady who’s name turns out to be something like marjorie or rita would bring us lemonade and talk about her wife who was a revolutionary and we would listen while we hammered away on our little homemade home?
(Source: south-england, via notmotivated)
today I realized the people I thought I “liked”, I wasn’t actually sexually attracted to, and the people I was sexually attracted to, I didn’t really like… I don’t think I’ve ever genuinely liked someone???
we met in a field, plucking dandelions as if they were daffodils
and I bloomed for him like the flowers on the dress I wore
the night he told me there was someone else
I tore my petals off one by one
and decided he loved me not
everything about him was freckled, right down to the songs he sang. he told me they made him feel like he had holes in his body, like he was disappearing slowly. i drove us to the forest that night and showed him my skin, asked him if his cracked the way mine did, if his memories cracked the way mine did. we sat on a bench and compared hands for an hour. i remember looking at him and thinking
i don’t deserve this
i don’t deserve this
that was the day we went camping and never really came back
hush, human girl, sentient being, the stars are out tonight
and if you listen close enough
you can hear them whispering amongst themselves
they wonder what you’re doing down here
they wonder when you’ll come back to them
they hope you’re happy, but they know you’re not
for your shine has dimmed, and your shoes are scuffed
but the color of your starry eyes and the color of their starry skies
match perfectly
for you have the world inside of you